Monday, March 28, 2016

This is yet another unfinished, unedited story, one I had started years ago and then put aside for some reason. It's just a gory, vile, silly little thing, but was fun to write. Yeah, I know, I'm late, as Easter has come and gone.

Adam lay beside Racheal, tucked snuggly into the sleeping
bag, a single green LED camp light casting a soft glow within their tent. The
rhythmic chirping of early spring desert crickets was interrupted with the less
that rhythmic grunts and moans coming from the adjacent tent, where Brian and
Leslie were well within a make-out session, the second such endeavor since the
foursome retired to their tents that night.

“God, I
hope we don’t sound that stupid when we do it,” Rachel said, eliciting a mutual
laugh as they stared up at the tent canvas, unable to put the commotion out of
earshot or mind.

Deciding
he might as well partake in the action, Adam leaned over and kissed Racheal,
softly at first, and then more deeply. He moved his hand to her warm body and
cupped her right breast, feeling its smooth warm roundness. He could feel her
nipple hardening against his palm, goosebumps piling up along her firm body as
they both became more aroused. He worked up the courage to slide his hand
further down her quivering body, to her stomach and then her hips and then-

Racheal’s
body spasmed violently, jerked up, arching her back. She coughed abruptly,
covering Adam’s face in a hot sticky mess. He pulled back and wiped his face
with the back of his hand. It was covered in thick blood that dripped onto his
chest and ran down to his elbow.

“Jesus,
Rach….you ok?” He started to bend back towards her when she wretched upwards
again, her right breast exploding in a volcano of blood and gore. Fuck, that
could have been his hand just seconds ago, was all he could think at that
instant. The gaping hole where her perfect breast had been just seconds
earlier, filled with a blood marred white furry rabbit, its razor sharp teeth
gnashing madly in the green light.

Adam
fell back, screaming, scrambling to remove himself from the confines of the
sleeping bag, trying desperately to flee the tent and the terrors within. Just
as he finally freed his legs and began his frantic search for the flap zipper,
Racheal’s face exploded as another bunny burst through her head. Brains and
shattered skull rained against the inside of the tent and Adam in clumps of
viscus goo.

Adam
escaped the tent, nearly toppling it in the process and stumbled towards the
fire pit that had burned itself down to mellow coals. Puffs of dust filled the
desert night all around him as more and more of the terrible little white bunnies
sprung from the dry land, their insane teeth clicking and clacking hungrily.

He
turned toward the other tent and saw Brian’s body sprawled in the dirt just
paces from its opened flaps, three large bloody holes blown through his twisted
torso. Each hole filled with a small white bunny head that turned and inspected
him with dastardly pink eyes.

Brian
and Leslie’s tent stirred, shifted violently. Adam watched in horrified
fascination as Leslie stumbled from within, a gaping wound torn through her
side flowing with an impossible amount of blood, shattered rib bones protruding
like storm damaged branches. She make it only a few steps beyond the tent and
collapsed beside Brian, her head bouncing in the sand sending up a cloud of dry
dust.

Adam
started towards her, but before he can move his legs, Leslie’s back erupted
with dual bunny tunnels, and he fell back, stumbling drunkenly almost falling
into the smoldering fire pit, before regaining balance and fleeing blindly into
the darkened desert night.

Against
whatever improbable odds he faced during his escape, Brian found himself a few
hours later seated in the sheriff’s office facing an amused looking deputy
sipping coffee from a paper cup.

“So,
you say these little white bunnies just popped up out of the ground and ate
your friends?”

“They
didn’t eat them,” Adam explained. “They popped right through them, right from
the ground.”

The
deputy eyed him suspiciously. “You been drinking?”

They
had been drinking, but Adam felt more sober than he had ever felt in his entire
life right then. Terrified beyond rational thought, but sober nonetheless. Not
getting a satisfactory answer from Adam, the deputy decided he’d just have a
look himself, just in case something weird was going on. It was a slow night
anyways. Maybe a little entertainment was in order.

From
the back of the cruiser Adam directed the deputy to the scene. He didn’t need
to be told to stay in the car, despite the deputy’s instruction to do so. He
wasn’t getting out for anything. The deputy stepped from the cruiser, clicking
on his powerful flashlight and sweeping the area, freezing in place almost
instantly.

“Holy
mother of fuck!” he said, taking in the grisly scene before him. He had seen
plenty of horrible messed-up shit during his deployment to Iraq, but nothing
quite like what he was seeing now. Blood pooled the dirt like entrances to dark
caverns. Intestines uncoiled from the ruined destroyed bodies. Bones splintered
and broken sprung like dead forests through flesh and around ragged holes bored
through the victims. It was like seeing the destruction from a grenade at close
quarters, but worse. Much worse he thought.

“Fuck,
get back in here, man,” Adam whispered as he watched the deputy take in all the
horror. He realized he was trapped, locking in the rear of the car, away from
the radio and guns and any form of help. He was about to yell out to the deputy
to return to the safety of the car when a sudden burst of dust erupted and a
bunny catapulted right up the deputy’s ass and exited through his neck,
splattering the cruiser’s windshield with blood.

Adam
recoiled, slumping as far into the seat as he could, as the hollowed body of
the deputy fell to the ground. It was then that he saw something new amongst
the gore and brutal remains. Colorful eggs sat cradled within the remains of
Brian and Racheal, almost festive looking if not for the stinking nest in which
they were placed.

As he
stared at the eggs, bewildered, he noticed they were changing. One by one they
begin to crack and split open, their insides not as wonderfully colorful as
their outsides. No, the insides were dark and menacing. And then something
beyond the previous horrors of the night emerged from each, and Adam screamed
as his mind severed its cord with sanity.